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[Intro]Yeah... Oh, oh! Yeah Yeah...Oh.. I feel like dancing, I feel like dancingI smell something in the air that's making me HIGH!I smell something in the air that's making me HIGH![Verse 1]Ok here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti soLyrical rascal, kick back the tobascoYou motherfucker's must just not know the tic-tac-soTime to show you the most kickass flow in the cosmosPicasso with a pickaxe, a sick assholetic-tac-toe comes with sixpack, with exact doeKnives, strangling wives with dick-lasso3 bags of the grass, Zig Zags, I'm with the Doc soYou know how that go, skull and the crossbonesThis is poison to poison girls who do not knowYou do not wanna try this at home my lovatoThis is neither the time nor the place to get machoSo crack a six pack, sit back with some nachosMaybe some popcorn, watch the show and just rock slowIt's not what you expected, not what you thought soBout time you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke[Chorus]It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mindI said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mind[Verse 2]Your dreams are getting fulfilled, Ooh I'm literally getting a chillSpitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pillYou're submitting to skill, sitting stillI'm admitting I'm beginning to feel like I don't think anyone's realFaced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai LamaAnd be calmer, ?? a step beyong a Jeffrey DahmaPlease don't upset me mama, you're looking sexy mamaDon't know if it's the lala, or the rum and pepsi mamaDon't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezerBe used as extra topping, then next time I make a pizzaHow many people you know that can name every serial killerWho ever existed in a row, put them in chronological orderBeginning with Jack the RipperName the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipperLocation of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumpedThe trunk that they was stuffed in, the model, the make, the plateAnd which model, which state they found her and how they attacked the victimSay what murder weapon was used to do what on which oneWhich knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nunDon't stop, I like this it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun[Chorus]It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mindI said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mind[Verse 3]When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda likeYou're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna lightBehind the boards, it's Dre, legends are made this wayIsn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptomsHere's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him someHe can give her some, she can give them someGet behind a lint drum, make up a beat and kill the sucker syndromeThe spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' someStarting from scratch and then ending up at the ending ofCapable of winning her, Bullets are, so unbelievable its aTitanium cranium that's full of suprisesWhen the smoke rises, right before your very own eyesYou stare into your stereos (hi)Good evening, this isn't even a weed thingI ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking[Chorus]It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mindI said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creepin' upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me I don't mind
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